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Rewards

author’s note: welcome back to ‘07. where we all saw kim k sex tape with ray j. when the vmas were actually good. last but not fuckin’ least, the iconic party music. i can go on and on about ‘07, but i know that’s not why you came here for. welcome to bill x harry x you oneshot(s). strap on right in fellas. this is going to be fun. enjoy part 1.

warning: at this point i don’t have a damn clue anymore.

word count: 5,315

“Fuck. Harder” Harry groan while you’re fucking him in the ass with the pink dildo he grew to love the second you guys bought it at a sex toy shop couple of months ago.

“What did you say?” You land a harsh smack on his blush arse because of how demanding he just got. Harry knew being a brat wouldn’t help him in the long run. You slow down your pace to show Harry that you’re not playing around. You need him to apologize. He’s been a good boy all week and tonight you were planning to treat him and this was only the beginning. There’s a club called Eclectic. You like the club because you worked there for two years, but you quit after you realize you don’t want to be a go go dancer anymore. On the other hand Harry loves that place. It’s hard for people to get inside that club because due to the popularity, the only way for people to get in is by knowing the right people.

“I— I’m sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to be a bitch. I’ll be a good boy. I promise.” Harry rambles because he’s so overwhelmed because he’s so close to cum. Harry could sometimes be a dom but he enjoys being a good boy for his mommy. Harry likes having a front where he’s a cold heart bitch, but in reality he’s a soft heart bitch. You hate to say this but he only lets you see the real him. Gross right? but it’s true.

“You see pet,” You stop with your movement all together so Harry could understand your point better. He let out an annoyed sound which had you pulling out of his tight asshole, and once again he let out a more aggressive sound. “I've been a good girlfriend and I’ve seen that you've been such a good boy all week, and now that I’m giving you one of the rewards I have planned for you tonight- you just want to ruin it. Why?”

Harry’s head perked up and turned his head to the side to see you still kneeling behind him. Your curly hair is all over the place, and your forehead collected enough sweat that’s now apparent while having that pink strap still on you. That’s all covered in lube.

“One of my rewards? What do you have planned, Y/N?” Harry ask, raising his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but smirk because curiosity is something he doesn’t do well with because he’ll end up overthinking a lot and that’ll have him getting a migraine by the end of the night.

“You just gotta wait and see pet.” You whisper to him and you start getting off the bed, because you decided it’s better to have him all worked up because you already have something planned for him. You walk over towards your radio that’s on your vanity that’s currently playing, goes around, come around softly in the background. You turn the volume knob down so there’s no lingering of Justin Timberlake playing in the background anymore.

“What are you doing?! I haven’t cum yet. Come back.” Harry whines while shaking his ass to emphasize how badly he needs to cum. You gave him a toothy grin and your hand found its way to the waistband of the strap on so you can slip it off of you. Harry’s eyes went wide and he flops on his side so his back is facing you.

“You’re mean baby.” You could barely understand what he was saying because his face is planted in your mattress. Little did he know you’re far from mean.

Don’t worry he’ll soon know.

The strap on dropped on the floor and you walk back to your bed because that’s where ‘cry baby Harry’ is at. You’re still naked, but you didn’t care for putting on your underwear and Harry’s shirt. There’s a spot for you where you could lean your back on the headboard so you did that while finding your hands on Harry’s neck playing with the back of his hair.

“Mommy’s mean. I should call child services on you.” Harry says with his face still suffocated in your mattress.

“If you do that baby, then mommy won’t be able to treat you good tonight honey.” You get distracted with Harry’s back because from head to toe and back he’s covered in tattoos. He looks so hot. His body is all covered in small to medium size tattoos and you couldn’t help but realize his back is mostly where all your favorite tattoos of his are. Like the grim reaper, snakes, skulls, roses, and last but not least your name inside a heart. You punched him when he showed you because it’s on his back so no one else can see it, but he found a way out of that argument by saying it isn’t for anyone's consumption, so that landed him a night worth of getting his ass eaten out. He came three times that night.

“I hate you.” Harry says softly. Your phone vibrated on your bedside table so you reached over for your Treo 650 phone to see if it was them.

bill: r u guys still coming 2nite?

you: yep. harry is spent & angry w me. i didn’t let him finish ;)

bill: that’s my good girl. don’t worry harry will love and hate what we have in store for him. c u soon?

“Baby, what are you doing? you’re not playing with my hair anymore.” Harry breaks through your concentration. You look at Harry and his eyes are already staring at yours.

“Sorry babe. Just seeing if our reservation is all set.” Sending Bill one last text.

you: yep. remember i’m not the sub this time.

After that you put your phone back to your bedside table to give your boyfriend your undivided attention. You didn’t know having Harry in your life would end up this way. Eclectic is how you met Harry, it’s pretty a funny story. A year ago you were a go go dancer. While you were dancing, a so-called man- now you know it was Harry, asked you if you would suck him off for two hundred dollars. You didn’t like how nasty he was being to you so you kicked him in the face with your red hooker boots. His nose instantly bled and he called you a freak while he was turning away. You thought he had a small dick because of that stunt. He had the balls to ask you to give him a blowy for two hundred.

After that stunt he came back and he finally introduced himself to you in a gentlemanly fashion which didn’t end up with you and him being behind a curtain. You guys got some drinks after your performance and you too spent the night drinking and talking to each other. After that it was all history. A typical love story.

Till this day Harry still apologizes for his behavior that night. He truly felt embarrassed and disgusted. The only reason he did that was because he heard that Y/N is professional and the only way you’ll talk to him is if you pay her for her services. After you gave him the taste of his medicine he left his friends and headed back to his place to take care of his swollen bloody nose. That’s when he knew he needed to change his tactic. Now you guys have been together for a year. Tada.

Harry leans forehead to have his head on your bare legs. Harry immediately smiles due to the skin to skin contact. He’s very much a teddy bear who simply wants to be touched and cradled. “Is there something you like to say, pet?” You ask him while toying with his curls. His green eyes landed on your brown eyes and that had your soul on fire. Harry has an intense stare which you’re still trying to handle because every-time he stares at you, you always end up having your underwear ruined.

“Nothing, I just like staring at my beautiful girl.”

“Harry, stop it.” You say dropping his curls so you can cover your hands with your face. You’re still learning to accept Harry’s compliments.

You feel Harry adjusting himself because you don’t feel his warm face on your leg anymore. “Y/N. Move your hands.” He warns you.

“No. I like it here. Please don’t make me.”

“I’m going to count down to five. If your hands aren't away when I get to zero, you’ll be in trouble.” Harry says assertively. The role switched fairly quickly and effortlessly.

You shake your head.

“Okay, 5, 4… 3, 2… babe I’m serious.” You bring your hands down. When your hands were completely off your face Harry is just staring at you.

“Now, that’s my good girl.” Harry beams out. His lips find your lips. Your guys' mouths always fit perfectly together. His lips molds your lips and it just slots amazingly together. You both let out a soft moan and your hands found its way to Harry’s cheek and he did the same way to you to deepen the kiss. When you guys kiss it’s like an unwritten rule you guys must have each other's hands on each other's faces. It shows how much you guys love each other. It’s more intimidate than sex because it’s our way of communicating the love we have for each other. Nothing can ever beat that feeling, and you don’t think nothing ever will.

Harry is the first to break the kiss. His lips are now swollen and probably yours are too. Harry's eyes seeps out admiration he has for you. He never thought he'd ever meet someone like you. You made an impact on his life. One of his worst fears is realizing this can possibly be a dream, a good dream. Even though you guys have been together for a year, he believes in his heart when he truly wakes up, you won't be in his arms. So knowing that you make sure he knows that this is fucking real, and nothing can tear you guys apart. Never.

“I love you.” Harry whispers.

“Love you too.” Harry starts shaking his head.

“Nope. None of that crap. You know how I feel about that, it’s like I’m forcing you to say that. It’s not a chore babe. Now, let’s do this again, shall we?” He says while doing a slight wave with his eyebrows.

“Love you.”

Harry lets out a breath and gives you a forehead kiss. You close your eyes because you love it when he does that.

“Okay, we need to get ready.” You say even though you’re not ready to leave this bubble. But deep down you’re so excited for tonight. Harry is going to lose his fucking mind because let’s just say the last time you too saw Bill both of you guys were on your knees sharing Bill’s cock.

You and Harry aren’t in a polyamorous relationship, but you guys did have some fair enough shares where you guys would add one more person in the mix. But you too promise each other it’s only you too and that’s it. One night that all changes when you introduce Harry to Bill. Harry was head over heels to Bill, and Bill knew it. After you witnessed their interaction you had a conversation with Harry about where you guys stand. When Harry realized your uncertainty he immediately started profusely apologizing and how you were it for him. He just had a big crush on Bill, but it doesn’t equivalent how you make him feel. After a long night about this discussion you felt okay bringing Bill into your guys sex life once in a blue moon.

You asked Harry if it was okay if you brought the conversation up with Bill. It took a lot of convincing because Harry was being a big baby and he was scared of what he would say. You hardly didn't understand why because Bill wasn’t hiding his flirtatious side the night you guys hung out together.

Bill was all smug and cocky when you went out to lunch with him alone because one Harry got called into work at the tattoo parlor because there was a client who wanted specific tattoo and Harry was the man for the job, and two if he didn’t had to go to work he would make an excuse because he was shaking when you told him you were going to see Bill. You had to hold him and smother him in kisses to have his heart rate slow down. You guys talked the entire night about what you were going to say to Bill. Even though Harry was excited about what could potentially happen, Harry hates being rejected, and he thought Bill might do that.

Little did Harry know when you spoke to Bill the next day at a diner shop sharing a magnificent apple pie Bill couldn’t help but smile and laugh when you told him about what you and Harry talked about. Bill was somewhat disappointed that Harry wasn’t here because he wanted to hear Harry say it. Bill knew Harry was intimidated by him and that made Bill’s ego boost even more. You had to kick him because he was being too cocky for your liking.

“Oh darling, don’t worry. We are going to have a lot of fun.” Bill whispered, shoving a piece of the apple pie in his mouth.

Now you’re here. Once in a blue moon all three of you guys would have our fun.

“I want to stay here. Please don’t make me get ready.” Harry whimpers flopping back on your mattress. You roll your eyes at how dramatic he’s currently being. The last time you checked it was 8:45pm and you’re hoping you’ll be at the club around 10 o’clock so you and Harry can enjoy yourself before Bill comes into the mix. According to Bill he loves watching you guys. So you want to get there before him to make sure you give him the perfect view.

“Harry, get up. I’m not playing.” You get up and walk to the bathroom, so you can turn on the water to make sure it’s warm for Harry. You want Harry to shower first because he takes longer to get ready between the both of you too. When you turn the knob to turn on the water you walk to your medicine cabinet to look at yourself through the mirror. Your hairline is all frizzy due to the sweat buds that was forming while you were fucking Harry. You couldn’t help but notice the glow you have on your face. You feel powerful, worthy, and most importantly loved.

Harry brings that part out of you and you’ll forever be indebted to him. After a couple of minutes the bathroom starts getting foggy. You walk towards the door hoping Harry isn’t laying down on your bed. Shocker… he’s still on the bed.

You walk up to your bed and land a nice smack to his ass. He yelps but that soon turns into a moan.

“Please mommy. More.” He says while wiggling his ass.

You couldn’t help but to laugh because he’s such a brat.

“Harryyyyy get up! The shower is all ready for you. Please get up. I got the bathroom all steamy for you. Pleaseee” You beg while starting to crawl on his back. You start lingering small pecks of kisses all over his shoulder blades hoping it’ll persuade him.

He start muttering something and you couldn’t even decipher what he was even saying. You’re just hoping it’ll put a pep in his steps. “The only way I can get ready is if you get off of me.” He can be a good boy if he really wanted to. Even though it was a long persuading process and guilt trips, he finally listened to you.

“Thank you baby! Now go, you’re wasting my water.” You grab him and give him a quick kiss on his lips. He wanted you to kiss him more, but you were stern and he finally backed down.

Such a drama queen.

When Harry is finally in the bathroom you start to think about your outfit you wanted to wear. You walk to your closet to see what screams at you. You remember Harry telling you he wants to be the star tonight, so you don’t want to outshine him or whatnot. He didn’t tell you what he’s going to wear, but all you know is that he’s nervous but also excited.

You really want to wear the black argyle multicolor sweater vest because you want a nice side boobs action. However, you’re stuck with the pants and the shoes. You guess you’ve been contemplating far too long because you no longer hear the shower going.

Fuck.

You literally say fuck it and grab your oversized black jeans with your black and white converse. You’re not stoked with your outfit, but it will do. You grab your items and drop them on your bed. After you did that the bathroom door opened. The steam that came out of the bathroom swarmed around Harry. He looks like a goddess with him not even trying. A towel is wrapped around his waist and his hair is all wet and stringy.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Harry whispers walking towards you. He sometimes gets all nervous when you stare at him. Moments like these are when you want to wrap him up and cover him up so no one gets to see him, but you.

“Why babe? You look hot and you haven’t even gotten dressed yet.” Playing with his wet hair.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding me? Wait! Where’s my Canon camera? I have to show my hot boyfriend how sexy he looks.” You say all dramatically while turning around to your bedside table so you can grab your camera.

“Bub stop. Okay?” He giggles and when you turn around you see how red he’s getting. You close your drawer and you walk back to him to show how sincere you’re being.

“Bub I’m serious- you’re so beautiful to me. You amaze me every time darling. I love you. I don’t lie.” You just want him to understand how much you mean it when you say you find him ridiculously sexy. And you’re so happy to know that he’s all yours.

“Okay Y/N. I believe you. You don’t lie?”

“I don’t lie.” You lean forward to give him a kiss on his lips. He tastes minty now, he probably brushed his teeth while he was in the bathroom. Every time you kiss him, it always brings it back to the first kiss. That first kiss was so ethereal, that’s something you’ll never forget and you’ll be damned if Harry ever forgets that.

Luckily for Harry, Harry never forgets the moments he’s lucky to share with you.

You pull away because you know it’s getting late, and both of you need to get ready for the night.

“Babe, would it be okay if I turn on the radio while we get ready?”

“Of course! Whatever you want darling.” You give him a quick kiss, and start heading to the bathroom so you could take a well overdue shower. Before you even could even enter the bathroom, Harry stops you.

“Where do you keep your nail polish?” He asks.

“Bedside table.” With that you enter the bathroom and close the door. The bathroom immediately consumed your nostrils with Harry scent. You close your eyes and let the smell pull you in. It didn’t last long because you hear “Teenagers” by My Cheminal Romace playing in the other room. You could hear Harry singing, “because the drugs never work” You couldn’t help, but to smile because Harry loves this band. For his birthday last year you took him to see My Chemical Romance live. When you told him he screamed so loudly and he started to cry profusely. He thought you were joking, he didn’t believe you at first. He took him a whole hour to finally believe you. When that finally sunk in, he went back to screaming and jumping all over me. Seeing him that happy, will be something I will always remember.

He wanted to dress ‘cool’ but that resulted in him wearing his custom made “My Chemical Romance” dress that he made. It was all bedazzled. It took him all night to do. He wore snakes tight and his Doc Martens. He was so hot. That night you couldn’t get your hands off him, you were all over him. Let’s just say after the show you guys went back to his place and you made him come at least five times, maybe more, but there’s no way less.

You had to stop reliving that moment because you don’t have enough time to rub one out. Just hearing Harry rocking out to himself is better than nothing. You turn on the shower hoping Harry didn’t use up all the hot water- because if he did you would be fucked. You turn around to your sink so you can dry off the sink due to Harry brushing his teeth. You like making sure that your bathroom is decent because you don’t do well when everything is all wet and messy. After a couple of minutes had passed the bathroom started to steam again and you couldn’t help but to thank the universe for blessing you with hot water.

You step in the tub pulling the shower curtain to close. You can’t bring your head under the shower head because if you do that it’ll take you at least an hour or two to do your hair. Having curly hair is a process. So you just made sure you got your entire body wet beside your hair. You grab the Dove shea butter soap and you grab your loofa so you can lather your body with it. You didn’t realize how badly you needed this shower, even though you didn’t stink, but you simply felt dirty and you couldn’t have yourself feeling that way tonight. Tonight is all about Harry.

After time passes you are finally done with your shower. You get out of the shower and grab your towel that’s seated on your toilet. You broke the hanger that used to hold your towels, but you haven’t gotten the time or energy to fix that. You dry yourself off to make sure you’re not wet before you lather your body with lotion. After you feel dry and fresh you walk towards your door to open it.

When you opened your door, you weren’t expecting to see Harry at your makeup station with a pink dress on. Your mouth hangs open. You couldn’t move. All you could see is his back muscle moving while he’s putting on some black eye liner.

“Holy shit.” Harry whips his head to the direction of your voice when his eyes landed on your face you also saw that he added a thin coat of lipgloss.

Once again, holy shit.

“Babe? Are yo-”

“Shut your whore mouth right now.” You’re surprised that you’re still holding your towel around your chest.

“Holy shit, you’re sexy. Your tattoos, your eyes, fuck.. That lips of yours,” You’re looking at him up and down. You were basically undressing him with your eyes. Before you could even continue you look down and you realize, “YOURE WEARING A LACY TIGHT???!!!” You start walking towards him, and you grab his face, not caring that your towel is now pooled around your feet now.

“When are we getting married? I’ll go down on my kness right now.” You ramble, lowering yourself onto your knees. You just want to worship him. You would let him be in control if that means he fucks you with that dress on.

You need to make sure you tell Bill that Harry can’t take that dress off. He’s such a pretty boy.

“Love, stop it. You’re being dramatic.” He giggles and his cheeks start to blush. You’re not being dramatic whatsoever. You start scrambling in your head to see if you have a ring so he can wear it out. You know you’re going to marry this man right here.

You stand up walking around your room butt ass naked heading to your dresser, where you usually keep all your jewelry in one place. “I’m not being dramatic. You don’t understand how scrumptious you are right now. Fuck!” Rummaging through your stuff. You can hear Harry chuckling behind you, but that’s the least of your worries. You’re finding a ring that can possibly fit that chunky fingers of his.

While you were tossing over jewelries you finally found a ring that can possible fit around Harry’s finger. You turn around still holding that rose silver ring. You walk towards Harry who’s still sitting down doing his last touches to his liner.

Harry sees you through your mirror and he starts to smile. Before he could even register it you were slowly going down going back on your knees. At that moment Harry knew you weren’t joking because your face is telling a whole different story.

Harry never thought you were going to ask him to marry you, especially not in a pink dress. He thought you were only joking around so he could feel less self conscious about his outfit, but the look in your eyes told him another story.

“Harry, my own little teenager scare. I never thought I would ask you to marry me while I’m still naked and you look like a true princess. I always knew you were it for me, but tonight… fuck. Tonight you helped me realize how much I could only see myself enjoying life with you. I’m not great at expressing myself through words, but I hope you know this I never thought I would be lucky enough to find my own queen, and every fucking day you make sure I know I found one. Let’s make this night a forever thing.” Your hand is shaking you’re not sure if you articulated your words correctly because Harry looks dumbfounded. Not sure if he understood you or not. If he didn’t you just hoped he put two and two together by seeing you on your knees holding up a ring and you saying ‘I want you to marry me.’

“Harry? Are you okay?” Harry immediately breaks into tears. You were about to back track and apologize how that was too much and how you shouldn’t have dumped it all over him, he grabs your worried face and brings you in for the kiss. The only thing you tasted first is his tear. Even his tears are sweet with a hint of saltiness. You drop the ring, and your hands are in Harry’s hair.

Your lips slotted perfectly with Harry’s and every pattern, every peck, every time his tongue finds yours, it’s like our mouths knows that you guys belong to each other and if you guys do break up you will never be able to feel this way ever again. Harry is the one. Forever.

“Gosh I love you.” Harry whimpers in this kiss still has the taste of his tears in your mouth.

“I love you.”

“Can I have my ring now baby?”

“Yes, you can have everything that your little heart desire”

You both giggle trying to find your footing again because the last minutes was so overwhelming and so much love you guys have for each other. You pull back from Harry so you can find the ring that you dropped. Thankfully it wasn’t too hard to find because you found it near your right knee. You pick it up with one hand and bring it to both of your faces.

“May I see that lovely left hand of yours?”

Harry brings his left hand to your face which has some finger tattoos, roses, and butterflies. You hold on to that hand so you can give it a small peck, and you bring the ring to his ring finger. It was like he was Cinderella and you were the prince because that ring fit perfectly just like the glass slipper.

Harry’s eyes were glue on that finger, “I don’t deserve you Y/N”

“Yes you do, you deserve everything, and so much more.”

“I can’t believe you proposed to me naked.”

“I know right? We are dysfunctional at best.”

“We sure are birdy.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead.

You get up because you realize it’s getting late and you’re still completely naked. “Okay. We need to hurry. We’ll be leaving in thirty minutes.”

“Sounds good. Just have to repaint my black nails and put on my rings, and I will be ready babe.” Harry says, turning back to the beauty mirror. You walk to your bed to see your clothes scatter on your bed. You grab your infamous raw shea butter lotion and lather the thick coat on your body rubbing it all over your body so it can be all smooth and hydrated. It took you a few minutes to make sure you covered your body head to toe.

After that you grab your grey brief, by yours you took it from Harry. You slip on your black oversized jeans, your sweater vest which works out perfectly because your side boobs are on full display. You grab your socks and throw on your high top converse. You need to fix your hair and add some makeup, but Harry is currently using it. You walk to your bathroom to do all the minor things you have to do.

You grab some oil to add to your hair so it doesn’t feel dead. You were messaging it along your air so it can be hydrated for the lack of not cleaning your air. You pluck your eyebrows some more, add some mascara and some lip gloss. You look at yourself in the mirror and you like what you see, you need to put on your necklaces but other than that, you are so ready to hit the fucking town with your fiance.

You open the door and Harry is now up lighting his cigarette. When his eyes land on your body you could see his knees buckle in. He exhale the smoke that’s not lingering in the air. You walk to the drawer where you keep your jewelries and you pull out the gold necklace Harry got for you. You put it around your neck and you liked it how it sit on your chest.

“Babe, I thought I told you I wanted to be the moment tonight.” Harry stalking towards you still having the cigarette place between his fingers. You turn around to face him and wrap your arms around his neck, “Shut up, you’re wearing a beautiful dress, and I just proposed to you.” You giggle, giving a peck on his cheeks.

He hums with satisfaction. You pull away from him so you can collect your hand bag you’re planning on wearing tonight. You grab your lipgloss, cash, and black eye liner.

“Babe, can you grab the black eye-”

“Got it.” You giggle because you knew he was going to ask you to bring it.

“Do you want me to carry the Marlboro and your lighter?” You had to ask because Harry can’t go an hour without smoking. He shakes his head and handed you his stuff.

“Thank you. Ready to go?” He asks walking to your bedroom door.

“Yep. Need to grab my phone.” You grab your phone. Before you turn around to walk out the door, you send him a quick text.

you: heading out. our boy is so pretty tonight.

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